a small word and yet it holds an incredible amount of power.
What is trust, anyway?
Mr. Webster defines it as “assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something”.
What does that mean in reality?
To me, it means being able to take someone at face value, to believe what they say, to know that I can tell them anything and not be judged, betrayed or lied to.
It is one of those things that we all look for in other people. Things we want to believe about those we hold dear in our lives.
But is it, in reality, something that truly exists?
I suppose that it does, sometimes.
I have trusted people in my lifetime and have, on more than one occasion, learned the hard way that I misread, misconstrued, misunderstood or simply made a bad choice.
Bad choices are not obsolete.
We all make them.
Some, more often than others.
I’m not, by nature, a trusting person, so I give it sparingly. I suppose that is one reason that it hurts so deeply when the confidence is betrayed and the trust destroyed.
The destruction of it leaves a hole that can’t really be filled. It leaves me vulnerable to further mistrust and, in doing such, I may miss out on relationships that could be to my benefit.
But if I lose the ability to trust because of betrayal, where am I?
Who am I?
When someone I trusted with the innermost secrets of my heart and mind betrays me, what am I left with?
I can trust myself and know that I will keep my own secrets.
I don’t want to be a person who cannot trust, however, over the years, I have learned by experience.
I trust my Lord, for He has never betrayed me.
I have, on occasion, betrayed Him and yet He has stuck by me, even during the worst moments of my life.
I am starting to think that I can, other than Him, trust no-one.
It is a sad state to find oneself in, but one that many people, far too often, find themselves.
When someone can trust themselves to be everything they can be, to stand for what is good, to hold their head up in the midst of adversity and controversy, then they can say they have fought the good fight.
I am still fighting, but I am not depending on anyone to help me.
I can’t do it myself, but with God, all things are possible.
I have been betrayed, that is true.
But I have not betrayed myself and that is of utmost importance.
What others do, they are accountable for. I will stand for myself and cling to what I know to be true.
In the end, I will be standing on the rock and as long as I stand on the rock, the uncertainly of the world cannot touch me.
On this certainty, I can rely.
Little else, once all the obstacles are cleared away, matters.
I am who I was created to be and while I am constantly evolving, learning and making strides, I will make mistakes.
That is the beauty of being human that saves us all from the burden of perfection.
Learning the hard lessons is what makes us stronger today than we were before; without them, we would always be the same and I can’t think of a worse fate than always being what I was.
Be well, dream big, live every moment and know that you are cherished by One who will not let you down, not even when you deserve it.
And be trustworthy.
Be the one that can be trusted and counted on to accept, without judgement or deceit, that which is willingly given to you.